This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
One of the few artifacts left in the chapel section is this old floor buffing machine.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
Pozo Mine, the most menacing mine building I’ve ever seen. Black and white film, shot with the Fuji GX680, a beast of a camera.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.